Bedroom Eyes 23

I had to think about the logistics of fucking Stephanie and Maires before lunch, since they didn’t seem to be interested in food. I was. Still, Stephanie and I were the last to have straight-ish sex, some time in the early hours of this morning. So it was Maires’s turn. On the other hand, Stephanie was still a guest, though she was losing that status and becoming part of the family. I decided her guest status still applied. So I’d fuck her first.

Anyway, I knew that’d make Maires complain, and I felt she deserved to have to wait her turn. I’d granted her authority over Stephanie, at least when I wasn’t present, so she needed to be set down a step or two. She’d still know she was doing all right. If she complained too much I’d make her join Stephanie getting the cane after dinner, and she knew that. 

That left positions. I thought about having the both of them bend over the bed side by side, and taking them, one by one, from behind. That didn’t seem to offer Maires much sensory input or participation while I fucked Stephanie, even if I stroked her.

So I rolled onto my back, nose and cock pointed at the ceiling. “Maires, you need your cunt on my mouth. And Stephanie, I think you know what to know.” 

Maires kissed me. “In a moment, Master. I think you want to watch first, while Stephanie sits herself down on your cock.”

I looked at her, surprised. “You’re right, I do. Stephanie!”

Stephanie straddled me, cunt not quite toucing the tip of my cock. “This will be the first time I have your cock in me, as my Master.”


“I just like to mark these steps.” Maires smacked her bottom, and Stephanie lowered herself onto me. I watched my cock disappear, gasping at the sheer enveloping pleasure of it, of her. She lowered herself very slowly, millimetre by millimetre, wet soft skin taking in my harder skin, staring into my eyes.

At last she settled herself, my cock entirely inside her, her thighs holding me. “Uh,” she said happily. She stayed still for a long moment, then lifted herself and settled again. “Master?”


 “Maires smacked me. She’s not allowed to do that when we’re all three together, is she?” 

I laughed and she rode, cowgirl-like, to stay in place. Every movement of her cunt was excruciatingly pleasurable, almost too much to bear. “No, you’re right. That’s two girls for the cane after dinner. Maires, stop beating your sister. Unless I’m not here.”

“Sister?” Maires smacked Stephanie’s bottom harder, so the room rang with it. “I suppose we’re sisters.” She smacked Stephanie’s arse again, then got up onto her knees and kissed her. “But you’re going to be one sorry sister, once I get you to myself.”

“You want the crop, Maires?” She’d long ago lost all fear of the cane, but the riding crop still gave her pause. 

“No, Master. Please not. I’m sorry.”

“Then get up here, and get your cunt licked. Stephanie needs something to hang on to, anyway.”

“Master is kind.” I can pack a lot of disdain into four syllables, but Maires is better.

I had things to say, but Maires lowered herself on all fours, thighs straddling my neck and shoulders, cunt pushed wetly against my mouth. She put her hands on the sheet, over my head. I’d been about to tell her she was a tissue’s width away from getting the crop instead of the cane after dinner. But I knew she knew that.

I pushed my tongue and nose against her, and devoted myself to making her stomach muscles tighten and her breath harsh, while Stephanie rode me. 

Time passed,while Stephanie fucked me, making full, wiggling use of her fulcrum, and I pleasured Maires. I could feel my own orgasm slowly gathering itself, not yet urgent. I wondered how Stephanie was.

More time passed, and at last I smacked Maires twice, as hard as I could, which made her close her eyes and lift her face to the ceiling, exposing her throat. I smacked her again, then pushed her back so she sat on my chest. She made a querulous sound.

“Sorry, love. I want to watch Stephanie come.”

Maires paused for a second, her expression changing from mock-aggrieved to conspiratorial. She slid off me, then leaned down and kissed Stephanie’s thigh. She lay down, arms holding my face and chest, her body pressed against both of us.

Stephanie’s eyes were still closed. What was important was moving inside her, in at least two senses, and I wasn’t sure she’d even noticed Maires’s departure. She made a little vocal sound as she rode me, like a gargle, then suppressed it.

She worked harder on me, sometimes swinging her hips sideways while working back and forth. Her breathing was louder and rhythmical, like a very small steamtrain. 

I reached up and held her breasts, then clamped her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. That had worked well before, but this time the effect was extraordinary. She opened her eyes wide and screamed, “Yab! Arb! Oaawwb!”

She fell forward onto me. I held her ass tight and hard. We pumped together, Stephanie still making strange noises that always ended in “b”, and at last I added my own bear noises. She bit me when she came. I hadn’t expected that. Then I came in her, while the world seemed to swirl in red and black for those orgasmic moments, before I couldf again see Stephanie’s golden hair, dishevelled and mine. 

We lay still, Stephanie’s weight on me. Maires raised herself and kissed Stephanie’s face, then mine. “You two. You two. You’re rather lovely, together.”


Bedroom Eyes 22

We woke about lunchtime. Stephanie was stirring, between Maires and me. She felt me looking at her, and turned to me. Then she looked at Maires, who was still sleeping. She smiled, then widened that to a grin, then chuckled. She was happy to be here.

“Good morning.” She hesitated. “Sir.”

I reached to touch her mouth. “Morning, little love. Welcome.”

“That was an amazing night. I’ve never – I’ve never done any of that. It ever occurred to me that I would. Will you have me? I mean, often? No, I mean permanently?”

“I was hoping you’d want to stay with us. Live with us. We might have to find a new place.”

“I can go house-hunting with my Master, and, well, Maires is my mistress sometimes. That could be fun.”

“All right. We’ll do the steps, give notice here, and we can start our hunt this weekend.”

“Shit. I thought you’d want to think about it.”

“Stephanie-love, having you in my life with Maires. That took about a nano-second to decide. I expect Maires will do it quicker. The only thing that could be better than last night is lots of nights like last night. Beautiful girl.”

She nodded at the compliment, then kissed her fingers and put them to my mouth.

“Maires calls you Master. Should I?”

“Do you want to?”

“I was shocked the first time I heard Maires say it. But yes, it makes sense. I like you telling me what to do. I like you beating me, whether I do as I’m told or not.”

“I’m always fair!”

“You cheat a bit. You like my ass. Anyway, now I think I’d be happy. You’d be an accessory, beating, commanding, and fucking me. And kind of sweet. So, yes, I think a Master could be kind of useful. And you seem to be good enough at it. And you enjoy it. So if I must have a Master, it might as well be you.” She smiled, crookedly. 

I’d thought I was too fucked out to be turned on. But she was offering me something too wonderful and too hot not to react. My cock, under the sheets, not touching her, was getting hard. I moved closer, so my cock touched her thigh.

She nodded, reached down and stroked me. “I like that you enjoy it.”

“‘It might as well be me,'” I half-quoted. “You’re going to get the cane today. Have you ever had a cock up your ass?”

“No. Tried once. Hurt too much.” 

“I am going to cane you. I’m serious about that. For being a bit cheeky just then, and because you should know what it’s like. And yeah, I’ll also enoy it, and love the marks afterwards, and I’m sure that’s part of the decision.”

“Does it hurt? No, that’s silly. Of course it will. I suppose it’s not up to me anyway, is it?”

“Nope. Not your decision. Be ready after dinner tonight. Then I’m going to fuck your stripey ass.”

Maires opened her eyes. I knew she’d been awake for some of that conversation, quietly listening. I said, “Good morning, Maires. We seem to be a threesome.”

“No,” Stephanie said. “We were a threesome last night. The fuck was a threesome. But when we live together, we’re a menage.”

Maires said, “I like a pedantic girl. But I’m still glad Master’s going to cane and buttfuck you. You need to be kept in your place, you do.” Stephanie snorted, and Maires kissed her. “Master, if you’re not around and she gets up herself, do I have spanking rights?”

Stephanie said, “No! Just Master.” 

So I said, “Yes, of course, Maires. She needs constant watching, I think. Just your hand, though. If you want to use an implement, you’ll have to ask my permission.”

Maires climbed over Stephanie to kiss me. “Morning, Master. You’ll always give me permission when I ask, though, won’t you?”

Stephanie said “Hey!”

“Hey, ‘Mistress’, to you, Stephanie. Is that right, Master?”

I thought about that. I wasn’t sure I wanted a rigid hierarchy. “No. When you’re both with me, you just use your names. When I’m not there, then Maires, you’re in charge. Stephanie, when it’s just the two of you, you obey Maires, you accept discipline from her, and you address her as Mistress. Is that clear?”

Stephanie and Maires said, “Yes Master,” more or less in unison. It’s easy to be a popular Master when you’re doing what the submissives want. Power, in bdsm, is never quite where it seems to be. I’ve never minded that. Maires reached down, and her hand joined Stephanie’s, stroking my cock. 

“Master, you’ve got duties. Two girls. We need fucking. Old-fashioned. P in V. I do and I’m pretty sure Stephanie does.”

Stephanie held my cock tight, then relaxed her grip. “This is true.”

I’d hoped I’d get lunch first. I thought I’d probably have to do something gymnastic, so that wherever my cock happened to be I was with both of them. I had no ideas yet. But I said, “OK.”


Bedroom Eyes 21

I lay flat on my back without much to do except support Stephanie’s weight and try to breathe discreetly while Maires came back, sat herself straddling my thighs, and spread aloe vera, blended with other potions and unguents, over Stephanie’s ass.

Stephanie sighed with pleasure, looking into my eyes. Then she gasped, because Maires had just done something excruciatingly good.

I smiled up at her. She smiled back, happy. Then she began to laugh: not a laugh because something was silly, just a laugh of happiness. I reached up and kissed her throat. 

Maires wasn’t having some girl laugh at her attempts, and a second later I heard the unmistakeable sound of her hand, impacting on an already-sensitive bottom. Stephanie stopped laughing, and squirmed, trying to get away. So I reached up and held her tight so there was no escape, and said, “Go on, Maires. Do your worst.”

Her bottom still ringing with Maires’s worst, or best, Stephanie lowered her head, eyes thoroughly amused, and kissed me. Then she settled again so Maires could finish her spanking – that took a little while – and go back to kneading her buttocks and thighs. Our breaths mingled. After a time Stephanie closed her eyes and began to move under Maires’s attentions. I held her tight, but affectionately, not wanting to prevent her from moving while Maires pleasured her.

Her thighs were silk, sometimes pressing on my cock, sometimes just softly touching. At last Stephanie made a face of anguish and groaned low and loud, her body moving in response to Maires’s stroking hands like a flopping fish. I think she’d forgotten I was there.

But I recognised her expression, and I knew that my discomfort with supporting all of Stephanie’s and most of Maires’s body was escalating into pain. There was only one person who wasn’t brave about pain: that was me. It was time to end this. 

I smiled reassuringly up at Stephanie, not that she could see me at that moment, and moved my hands under her to hold and cup her breasts. Surpised, she opened her eyes for less than a second and realised I was still there. Just then, only Maires’s hands mattered. She closed her eyes again. 

So I took her nipples, as Maires had not so long ago, and squeezed them hard between my thumbs and forefingers. She raised her head, possibly meaning to give me better access, possibly not thinking at all. I squeezed tighter, going from hard to cruel.

Stephanie yowled. I didn’t let go of her. Her orgasm came as a long moan, not as dramatic as her last, but – it seemed – more satisfied, more final. 

She fell forward onto me, arms round my head. She was likely to fall asleep. Maires’s face emerged, looking down Stephanie’s back at me. She looked about as triumphant as a human can. “Stephanie sandwich! We should have – you should have done this years ago.”

“I was probably trying to do the right thing, or some such. But yes, turns out you’re right. Just a moment.” I turned over, tipping Stephanie onto the bed, on her side. She half-woke and mumbled what was probably a complaint, but she curled up, her face and knees turned to me, fingers near her mouth. I looked at her in wonder, then grinned at Maires. 

“We can still be a Stephanie sandwich. Just a horizontal one, not a stack on top of me.”

“Oh! Poor Master! Has he been all weighed down by lustful women? But OK.” 

I raised myself to kiss Maires. We gazed into each others’ eyes, conspirators who’d somehow managed to pull of a cunning plan. But she looked serious for a moment.

“We’ll have a bit of a sleep. But you, Master, you’re not off the hook, you know. Two girls who need fucking.” I raised my eyebrows: what had we just been doing? She shook her head. “Cock, I mean. This is your down time, bozo. I mean, Master.” 

She lay on her side behind Stephanie, spooning her, and put her arm over her side, to cup her breast. 



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Bedroom Eyes 20

I kissed Stephanie’s bottom, blazing hot after a hand spanking and twelve strokes with my belt. Maires had been kneeling in front of Stephanie, to watch her face and give her reassurance while I was belting her.

She kissed Stephanie’s forehead, then her nose. Then, because this seemed to be well received, she kissed Stephanie’s mouth.

Stephanie took her hands off the floor, to hold Maires’s shoulders while the kiss held.

I let Stephanie down then, back across my knees, and stroked her cunt. She was a wet girl. The muscles of her buttocks tightened, and she sighed into Maires’s mouth. I smacked her bottom lightly, affectionately and then held her in the bowling ball grip, my thumb into her ass and two fingers in her cunt. Her eyes widened as she felt my thumb enter and she gurgled, still into Maire’s mouth. 

I pushed my fingers deeper into her, then added a third finger for bulk, and started to finger-fuck her, slowly and forcefully. She raised her head and stared into Maires’s eyes, then dropped her hands from Maires’s shoulder, back down to the carpet to support herself, her fingers straight and spread.

Her toes curled tight and she undulated on my lap in silence, not even remembering to breathe until she suddenly had to exhale and take in a new gulp of air. 

Maires slid her hands under Stephanie to cup her breasts, then pinch her nipples until Stephanie gasped. Stephanie closed her eyes then and her thighs spread a little, her hips moving faster on my lap. I sped up to match. 

Stephanie gasped again when Maires, who had a cruel streak, twisted her nipples, still pressing them tight. Her mouth opened, she cooed one long, “Ooooo.” We lasted another few seconds, my hand tired but still moving fast, and Stephanie suddenly froze, her whole body tense on my knee.

She made a little squeak, then raised her face and her feet and screamed, as if she was terrified. She came, her thighs closed again. 

She lowered her head and her feet returned to the floor. I said, “Good girl,” because I approve of pleasure. Then, “I think you’ve got more.” I ignored the cramping in my fingers and pumped her, hard and fast as I could manage. The next scream, about thirty seconds later, was louder. The third took a minute, and was quieter, on a wailing, falling note. 

I pulled her up then so she sat straddling me, and lowered her onto my cock. I had to hold myself back, because I hadn’t put on a condom and though I knew we were both STD-free I didn’t want to risk getting her pregnant. But we moved together blissfully, skin to skin, both agreeing that the other was a darling and a wonder. 

But after about two minutes I could feel my orgasm close and unavoidable. I bounced Stephanie off my cock, and she cried out, dismayed. Maires took my cock in my mouth, while I lent back taking Stephanie down on top of me to give Maires room. I lasted about ten seconds before coming. Maires’ took me all the way into her mouth, licking, suckling and swallowing. 

Stephanie straddled me, at my lower belly to give Maires room to work. She smiled down at me and put her hands down on the sheets on either side of my head. “You’re not done yet, my Sir. You have to fuck both of us properly, and you know it.”

“We’re not getting out of bed today, are we?”

Maires raised her head, kissing the tip of my cock. “I doubt it. We can get pizza later. If you haven’t fucked us both by then, I don’t like the pizza boy’s chances.”

 She crawled up beside Stephanie and me. “Actually, I reckon pizza boy is safe. I’ve known this bozo for years. He needs a little downtime, but he’ll be back in working order. But in the meantime … I have potions to rub into the amazing asses of superhot spanked girls. So they feel cooler. Would you like the Maires massage?” 

Stephanie, for no obvious reason, reached down to take my cock, wet, soft and still drooling come, into her hand. She squeezed me gently, then let me go. She looked down into my eyes. “Can you take my weight while Maires repairs my poor beaten bottom?”

“Sure, you’re a feather, you.” This was not true, but it’s the only thing to say.

Maires kissed Stephanie poor, beaten bottom, and my mouth. She winked at me, then got up and went to search in her bedside drawer.



This is the first time in years that one of my posts hasn’t been listed with Marie Rebelle’s Wicked Wednesday. But like all good things, that wonderful forum has come to its end. 

Any suggestions re memes I can latch it to will be gratefully received.

Bedroom eyes 19

I raised the belt. Stephanie, over my knee, raised her arse to meet it. Her head was down, hair hanging over her face while she stared at the carpet and her hands, touching the carpet. 

I put my hand back on the small of her back to hold her in place. “This’ll be the first time you’ve ever felt my belt. I think I should make it memorable. Do you agree?”

“Get on with it please, Sir. Before I lose my nerve.”

So I transferred the belt to the hand holding her down and smacked the back if her right thigh, then the left, with my hand. Two loud claps, and one long squeal from Stephanie.

“I was saying I think your first stroke of the belt should be a stinger. So you remember it. Do you agree?” 

There was silence. Then Stephanie said, still addressing the carpet, “Yes, Sir, I agree.” 

“Good girl. Now, keep your arse up. You look just perfect, not that I need to tell you that. And count down, aloud from five.”

“Oh. I see. Five.”

“Good girl. Clever girl.”

“Four… Three… Two…” There was a pause. Stephanie was very still. “One.” 

I said, “Zero,” and brought the belt down, across the pink crown of her bottom. The crack of leather and flesh impacting filled the room, and Stephanie jolted down onto my lap, her hip hard against my cock, also hard.


She danced horizontally on my lap, her legs up and kicking, thighs spread as if she was swimming. “”Yeeeee-oww! Yeeosh! Yosh!” 

I said, “Good girl, little love. That one had to be memorable. It had to mean something.”

“Yow! Oh Sir you bastard! That’s memorable! Do I count down again?”

“No love. Just for the first. Now relax. We’re going on a little ride together.” I swung the belt again, catching her just a little lower, about half as hard. The sound of impact was still impressive, and I heard Stephanie’s squeals again, though not quite as loud or as anguished. I was falling in love, or lust, with that sound. 

I gave her the remaining four at the same intensity, and by the sixth stroke Stephanie had relaxed. No more jolting and no more squeals. I judged that she was back to enjoying herself. I put my hand on that hot, red skin and rubbed, then squeezed her and pressed my thumb into her anus.

Her movements slowed, and she tightened on my fingers and sighed. I smacked her lightly with my holding-her-down hand. “Ready for your second six?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes. And Sir?”

“Little Steph?”

“That first one was a bastard. I’ll remember that, long as I live. But … the others: you can go a little harder, Sir.” 

“Do I need your permission, Stephanie?”

Actually I did, since certain agreements hadn’t been made. But she shook her head. I had to imagine her facial expression: I was sure she was being minxish again. “No Sir, you do not.”

“That’s right,” I lied.

I gave her the next five, making each just a little harder than the one before. There was no more squealing: her reaction was slower, her breathing more languorous. She was drifting into that mental space where I could keep belting her for hours and not hurt her at all. We’d do that one day, I thought. Then I thought, We’ll do it soon.

But I said, “Last stroke. The last one is usually memorable too.” 

I’m not sure if she heard me, or if she was listening to words. But I raised the belt a little higher than before, and swung it harder. The impact sound was, well, there’s beauty in these things, but Stephanie only said, “Hahh!” 

I held the belt to her mouth. “That’s all for now. You’re a brave, good and deeply fuckable woman. Hold this.” 

Stephanie nodded at me. There were tears on her eyes and on her eyebrows, which is what comes of crying when your face is upside down. She smiled, pleased to see me, then opened her mouth so I could stow the belt. I sat up straight then, and lifted her with one arm under her thighs, the other under her belly, and kissed her blazing hot bottom.

Kisses have magic curative powers, my mother had always taught me. 

Bedroom Eyes 18

Stephanie, over my knee, bottom freshly and pinkly spanked, looked up at me. I’d just asked her if she’d like the remaining twelve smacks to be delivered by my belt rather than my hand. She looked at Maires then, kneeling in front of her so their faces were close, then back at me.

“If I say I like your hand, and that’s what I want, then you just spank me with your hand? No belt?”


“Well, I do like your hand. It feels intimate, when you’re spanking me. The belt would hurt more.”

I looked over at Maires. “Maires, you’ve had both. Lots of both. What do you think?”

Maires smiled up at me, then looked Stephanie in the eyes. “Stephanie, Master has a hard hand. He can spank every bit as hard as a belt can land. He’s keeping you comfortable because he wants you to have a good time – I think you can guess why – and that won’t change if you choose the belt. Or not so much that you don’t enjoy yourself.”

“But it’s a piece of leather. It isn’t him.”

Maires shook her head. “Still his hand, and you’ll know it. It’s definitely personal.”

Stephanie was silent for nearly a minute. She looked back at me. “I’m over your knee getting a spanking. So we’re playing a sexy game. That’s … not really weird. But if you use  a belt across my arse, then that’s not playful. It’s more real. That would be unusual. Well, it’d be weird, if I picked that and then liked it.”

I smiled and rubbed her arse. For comfort, hers and mine. She waited but I said nothing, just slipped two fingers between her buttocks and stroked near her cunt, but without touching. She sucked in a breath.

“If I pick the belt, will you stroke my cunt properly? And then fuck me after?” 

“Yes, but it’ll make no difference. My hand or my belt: I’ll still choose when I stroke you, and when I fuck you. You don’t get to make deals, love. Call that Submission 101.”

I moved my fingers back, further from her cunt. She clenched her buttocks to trap my fingers in place. It was too nice a trap to resist. Maires was staring at me, wanting to speak. I said to her, “Any more advice?”

“Stephanie, you’re right about intimacy. It’s really important, especially when we’re doing this. But believe me, the belt is intimate. It’s still Master’s hand, wielding the thing. But also, it feels very intense. You know it and he knows it, He’s watching you carefully, and you know he is. You feel his focus, on you. There’s a real mental connection between you. I like both his hand and his belt.”

“But you’re a weirdo.”

Maires grinned. “Yeah, I even like it when he canes me and fucks me up the arse afterwards. But you don’t have to be afraid of going further. That’s just old programming. I mean, you aren’t really scared of the belt, are you? You’re scared that you’ll enjoy it, a lot, and then you’re scared that you’ll be changing.”

“I…” Stephanie looked back at me. “Do I have to call you Sir, or Master like Maires does, if I pick the belt?”

“No. That’s a separate discussion. You’ll watch the end of Maires’s punishment first. Then we’ll talk about that, all three of us. But I really do think you’ll find the belt an interesting experience.”

Stephanie laughed. “That’s not the word I’d choose! But all right, I must be as mad as Maires. Belt me, darling.”

“Twelve strokes, little one.”

“Still sounds weird. ‘Little one’.”

 I looked at Maires. She’d put the belt down by the wall when I’d given her permission to speak. “Little one, bring me the belt, please.”

Stephanie relaxed her muscles, holding my fingers. I stroked her cunt as a reward, then slipped my fingers into her. She sighed and opened her thighs further. So we were in communion, happy. Maires brought me the belt. “I think she wants it hard, Master.” 

Stephanie stared at Maires, outraged or mock-outraged. Then she made an indignant, “Well I never”, sound through her nose and I knew she was still playing. 

I tapped the belt lightly across the underside of Stephanie’s gorgeous bottom. “Noted.”

Bedroom Eyes 17

Stephanie rested over my knee, gazing into Maires’s eyes, as Maires knelt in front of her. They held eye contact, but Stephanie put her hands together to hold my right foot. She said, “Second quarter. Six more.” Then she wiggled on my lap, breaking her promise not to be a minx. “Do your worst.”

I could have added extra spanks for that, but the truth is that I was too pleased that Stephanie was having fun. So I rubbed her bottom gently. “I’ll do my best. Maires, in one of my spankings, are the second six lighter or harder than the first six?”

Maires looked up at me, amused. “I’m sure Stephanie’s already guessed, Master. But of course they’re harder.” Then she looked back into Stephanie’s eyes. “And so they should be. You know that.”

Stephanie said nothing, but bowed her head.

Her arse had already deepened in colour from pink to red, and my rubbing had confirmed that she was warm. Then my hand landed on her left cheek, definitely harder than I’d ever smacked her before.

She gasped, and her arse bobbed and writhed appealingly while she dealt with the impact. Clearly, she was starting to feel this.

I smacked her again, on te right, and then gave her four more quite hard spanks, so that there were cries to hear, and she needed to be held in place while her spanking reached its halfway point. I asked Maires, “Is she crying?”

“No, Master. Not … quite. But she will be by the second dozen. Won’t you, Steph?”

“Er, I wouldn’t be surprised, Ma’am.”

“Oh, Steph, I’m not anybody’s Ma’am. Well, maybe a submissive boi sometimes, but never a woman. I’m a slavegirl here, same as you.” 

It was the fiirst time Stephanie had been called a slave. Oddly, she didn’t seem to notice. I rubbed her arse again, appreciating the firm, red heat of her, and reached down to stroke her cunt.

She stiffened, raising her head and feet, when my fingers entered her.

I stroked her, inside and out, until her hips were rising and falling again and her breathing was slow and loud. I said, “So how are you doing, after your first dozen, little one?”


“Oh, it’s a thing Doms often call submissives. And slavegirls. It’s very, very affectionate. Well, loving, actually.”

“Oh. It sounds odd. Though I suppose I am quite little. Anyway, I expect I’ll come to like it. Sorry, what was the question? Mas – Sir?”

“How are you feeling now?”

She only gurgled. I was distracting her. I took my fingers out of her and rubbed her heated bottom again. Then she sighed comfortably. “It’s hot. It should hurt, but it doesn’t feel like hurt. Completely different. I feel – I feel very close to you. Emotionally. And I really want your cock tight now. You’re going to make me wait, aren’t you?” 

I said nothing, but smacked her lightly, then returned to kneading her arse. She sighed. “There’s something hot about the fact that it’s not up to me. And if I made any demands, while I’m over your knee, you’d find it pretty easy to punish me.”

“Do you like that thought?” 

“Yes. I really do. This is so not my usual world. But it’s nice here. Sexy. And safe, weirdly enough.”

“You nearly called me Master, like Maires does. I’m not your Master.”

She hummed a piece of music that I knew I knew, but couldn’t place it at the time. It was, “Annie, I’m not your Daddy.” Kid Creole. That sort of indicates roughly when this was happening..

In the meantime I ignored it. “We have to discuss that and make some agreements first. Would you like to talk about what belonging to me would involve?” 

There was a long silence while Stephanie stared into Maires’s eyes. Eventually Maires nodded at her. She said, “Yes. Yes, I would like to have that discussion, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Stephanie wiggled once, and her feet returned to the carpet. She liked being a good girl. “Stephanie, you know I’m not going to be spanking Maires with my hand, when she gets the second half of her punishment. What’s she going to get?”

“Your belt, Sir?”

“Yes. Now, Stephanie, love, you’ve done nothing to deserve the belt.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“But would you like me to use it on you anyway? For your second half? Before we talk about what being a slavegirl means?”

Stephanie raised her head again. She looked back at me, astonished.


Bedroom Eyes 16

Stephanie turned away from Maires to look at me and nod. She said, as if she was sorry, and her spanking was going to be a punishment, “Well, it’s time, isn’t it? I guess it has to be.”

She stood up, and looked down at my knees. And at my cock, which was in welcoming condition, happy to see her, and Maires too, of course.

Stephanie pulled a face: rueful. “You’ve smacked my arse, oh, I’ve lost count. But I’ve never put myself in the famous over the knee position, not for anyone. Never in my life.”

I smiled up at her, from my place sitting on the edge of the bed, my knees just vacated by Maires, who knelt, her arse crimson, nose to the wall. Stephanie expected that to happen to her. She wasn’t being defiant. She just wanted us to mark the milestone.

“You’ve got minx tendencies and anyway I love your arse. So it’s your first time but it won’t be the last. You lower yourself over my knees now, belly resting on my lap, bottom up. Toes and fingertips touching the carpet.”

Stephanie sighed again. She said, “I’m sorry I’m a minx, sir.” Of course my cock flicked up at that. Minxes know exactly what they’re doing. “Are you going to spank me as hard as you spanked Maires?”

I rook her hand, and pulled her closer. Then reached for her ear and pulled her down. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

Stephanie pressed the front of her thighs against the side of mine, and lowered herself into place, following that irresistible hand holding her ear. I kept my grip on her ear, since instinct told me she liked that, and put my right hand on her pleasingly offered bottom.

I stroked her, and slipped my fingers down between her buttocks and thighs, almost but not quite touching her cunt.

The second time she made a slight protesting noise. She’d realised she was being teased.

I smacked her left cheek. Stephanie said, “Ow!” Not very convincingly. “One, sir!”

“That wasn’t one, Stephanie. I haven’t started yet. And for your first spanking, you don’t have to count. Not out loud.”

Stephanie said nothing, and her body relaxed on my knees. She was content to let me do what I wanted. I squeezed her left buttock, with its faint pink handprint, and raised my hand and brought it down, hard. Stephanie breathed through her nose. I spanked her right side, and this time I got a little gasp.

So I gave her four more, taking it slowly, while she tried to keep still and stay silent. By the sixth spank she was moving a little under the impacts, and releasing half-vocalised sighs. I paused at six. “You’re a quarter of the way through, unless you earn yourself extra. How you going, so far?”

“I know I’m a sorry girl, sir. I’m definitely going to cut down on the minxness.”

I smacked her right thigh hard, and she yelped.

“No, that one doesn’t count either. I was asking you a real question. How are you finding it, so far?”

You find me, I think. No! Sorry! Sorry! It’s making me, um, yearny: I want your cock. But I think I could do with more spanking first. That’s what you wanted to know, isn’t it?”

I rubbed her arse again, and this time touched her cunt, making her gasp. Yes, she needed attention paid. I was certain that she liked having to wait: what she wanted was ceasing to matter much. That is, her wishes on the details didn’t matter, and she liked that feeling. The bigger thing she wanted, that was what she was getting. Stephanie turned her head to look at me. We exchanged smiles, two conspirators.

Maires drew her head back so her nose no longer touched the wall. “Ah, permission to speak, Master?”

I looked over at her. She knelt with her hands clasped on her head and a blazing red bottom. She was already redder than Stephanie was going to get, and we both knew she had the second half of her punishment still to come. 

She was a beautiful sight, partly because anyone would think was Maires is beautiful, but especially so if you’re a person who thinks submission is beautiful.

“All right, Maires. Permission to speak, girl. Let’s hear from you.”

“Thank you, Master. I know that not being able to see is part of my punishment. But could you give me extra strokes, say, when you’re strapping me, and let me watch Stephanie get her first proper spanking? Please, Master?”

“All right. The privilege will cost you six strokes, but you knew that. Yes, you can watch Stephanie. She is lovely.”

Maires dropped her hands to the floor and boosted herself up. She came over and knelt again, but in front of Stephanie, and caressed her face. The two women gazed at each other. I raised my eyebrows, and my hand. “Second quarter, Stephanie.”